Their veins have pennies in their eyes
And they won’t shut up
They keep clawing
They keep chattering
All this incessant chatter
All that incessant talk
Somewhere, in
Unified air, of
Tehrangeles,
Where Western worlds come together
A part in this corner of a desert
always a desert
There, they can cower
Eating Nate ‘n’ Al’s
Producing tastes of cherries
Growing brittle but not broke
And we will corn
All those pennies in their veins
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Ben Schulman‘s poetry has appeared in Just Place, Sandstorm, Platform Review, and elsewhere. Other writing has appeared in ARCHITECT, Belt, CityLab, Metropolis and more. His work explores Jewish identity, place, and the built environment. He created TEL, a multimedia editorial on Jewish histories in cityscapes, and co-founded Good Form, a studio for civic projects. He lives in Chicago.